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The Yiling Patriarch is a living legend—a terrifying, ancient force of nature, dispensing punishment or reward with implacable, indifferent fairness.
Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, is a weird but oddly charming guy who wanders around the cultivation world making fun of people's art and mooching food from sect leaders.
It really upsets people to find out that they're the same person.
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The good news is that Lan Jingyi has found a mentor, friend, and constant companion through the difficulties in life.
The bad news is that that’s because he’s been accidentally possessed by the Yiling Patriarch.
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One day, just like Jisung has always known it would, the dam breaks.
It’s messy, ugly in the way his chest heaves and tears burn down his face when he stumbles off the stage, hands aching from how tight they’re balled into fists, his fingernails digging crescents into his palms.
His throat is raw and sore when he clings to Minho in the dark, as he tells him quietly that he’ll die if he doesn’t get out. Not forever, he shakes in Minho’s arms, just for a little while. He has to get out.
And like a manifestation of Jisung’s deepest fantasies, Minho rubs the space between his shoulders and whispers that they’ll go, then. Both of them.
Or: A year-long hiatus and a house on Jeju Island.
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The secret between them is this: Hyunjin is the most beautiful man alive, and Changbin wants him.
That’s not the secret, exactly. Most people know this.
The secret is more like: Hyunjin is the most beautiful man alive and he knows this, and Changbin wants him anyway.
The secret, really, is that Hyunjin can have anyone, a venn diagram between who Hyunjin wants and who he can have that’s closer to a circle than a sliver of overlap, and still, he crawls into Changbin’s bed with hooded eyes and pink lips and long fingers and Changbin is too weak to resist.
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It sort of becomes a thing to talk to Jeongin on the phone whenever they’re apart for more than a few days.
It feels like their calls exist in this liminal space of their own, like they only exist when they’re happening and then life moves on. Like the Jeongin he talks to on the phone is a separate Jeongin from the one he spends most of his life with.
But they're one and the same, and he knows this, and he knows that the way Jeongin says his name makes his stomach hurt in an unsettlingly pleasant way. He'll worry about it later.